Put My Tender Heart In A Blender Lyrics

'คีตา' สาวน้อยน่ารักสดใส ที่การเรียนไม่ค่อยสัดทัด ถนัดกิจกรรมมากกว่า ตรงกันข้ามกับ 'แผ่นดิน' รุ่นพี่ข้างบ้าน ที่ทั้งเรียนดี กีฬาเด่น และชอบเล่นเกมเป็นชีวิตจิตใจ แม่ๆ ของทั้งคู่สนิทสนมกันมาก ถึงขั้นที่เคยพูดว่าอยากให้ลูกๆ มาแต่งงานกัน ทว่าคีตากลับไม่เคยคิดอะไรกับแผ่นดินเลยตั้งแต่แรก ก็เขาทั้งปากร้ายและชอบแกล้งเธอ จนกระทั่งวันหนึ่ง คีตาดันไปตกหลุมรักเพื่อนสนิทของแผ่นดินเข้า เธออยากทำทุกวีถีทางเพื่อให้รุ่นพี่คนนั้นมาสนใจ รวมไปถึงการเรียนให้เก่งขึ้นด้วย และเหมือนโชคชะตาจะเล่นตลก เมื่อยัยตัวเล็กไปแอบรู้ความลับบางอย่างของแผ่นดินเข้า เธอจึงใช้เรื่องนั้นเป็นข้อต่อรอง บังคับให้เขายอมมาช่วยติวหนังสือให้ การติวดำเนินไปอย่างปกติ จนไม่มีใครรู้เลยว่าตั้งแต่เมื่อไร ที่หัวใจของทั้งคู่เริ่มสั่นไหว จากการติวที่แสนธรรมดา กลับกลายเป็นช่วงเวลาที่เฝ้ารอ คำพูดจาร้ายกาจก็ค่อยๆ จางหายไป เหลือเพียงความใกล้ชิดที่แฝงไปด้วยความหวังดีในทุกครั้งที่ได้เจอกัน จนเมื่อรู้ตัวอีกที คีตาก็เผลอเอาแต่คิดถึงเขาอยู่บ่อยๆ และแผ่นดินเอง ก็เริ่มไม่อยากให้เธอชอบเพื่อนสนิทของตัวเองอีกต่อไปแล้ว...

One reckless moment was all it took to set them on fire. His lips were on her skin, his hands gripping her like he'd never let go-Dylan devoured her, owned her, and marked her as his possession. His voice was dark and full of promises, unraveling every bit of restraint she had left. His kisses are on fire, his whispers sinful, and every stolen moment leaves her aching for more. Huli na para iwasan pa ang namumuong pagnanasa at pagmamahal nila sa isa't isa. But will sharing tender love every night be enough? Or will surrendering to temptation cost them everything? It was a gamble and taking risks for both of them. She loves him, and all she wants is to be with him. He loves her and all he needs for his life to be complete. Yet . . . loving him could ruin her . . . And letting her in could destroy him. She should stay away from him, and he should let her go. But some obsessions are impossible to escape . . . Some nights were never meant to end . . . And some temptations are too wicked to resist . . .. . . even if surrender means risking it all.

Heartbroken billionaire Austin Colby vowed never to fall in love again after betrayed by his fiancee and older brother but his fate becomes entwine with the daughter of his sister's killer and Austin is determined to protect her even at the expense of his own life.

"Hate was the only thing between us—until it wasn’t." ISLA They call me the Ice Queen. I rebuilt my empire from the ashes after my brother died in a fire his family started. The Valentes took everything from me. Now, Ciaran Valente stands in my way again—arrogant, magnetic, and the man I’ve sworn to destroy. Forcing him into a business deal is my revenge. I never meant to get close enough to feel his touch. I never meant to let his whispered "Little Flame" ignite a different kind of fire inside me. But the deeper I dig into our past, the more his secrets threaten to shatter me. What if the man I hate is the only one who knows the truth? CIARAN I’ve hated Isla Moreau since we were kids. Her family blamed mine for a tragedy that haunted us both. Now, she’s a ruthless CEO who thinks she can take what’s mine. I’ll play her game of forced alliance, but I’ll be the one to win. I'll break her icy composure and make her surrender. But the pain in her eyes mirrors my own. The line between hate and obsession is blurring, and my desire for her is becoming a dangerous need. She’s searching for answers, but the truth will destroy her. How can I protect her from a past she’s determined to uncover, when the final betrayal will come from the person she trusts the most?

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

(Ship of Temptation 1) Isang cruise ship ang handa ng maglayag para dalhin ka sa init ng kaligayahan. Hindi inaasahan ni Wommie na sa pagtapak niya sa isang misteryosong barko, makikilala niya doon ang lalaking nagtatago sa maskara na siyang bibihag at handang maging alipin niya. Wommie Wundt, the woman who put a leash on her cold-hearted boss.

My cousin, Isabelle Cox, dies of cancer. However, my adoptive parents, who have always loved her the most, don't shed a single tear. Instead, they go on an overseas trip with my adoptive brother, Cedric Cox. After they return, they give me an exquisite doll and ask me to put it right next to my bed every night. My adoptive mother, Vivian Mason, looks at my swollen eyes and smiles tenderly. "Why, you're such a grateful and sentimental kid. This is such a pretty doll. Let it stay by your side and accompany you like it's your sister, alright?" I agree. Later, my body becomes increasingly weak, and I sleep all day. One day, when I wake up, I am horrified to find that I am trapped inside the doll and can't move at all. My deceased cousin, Isabelle, became "me"! Beaming widely, she cuts my hair and also my limbs one by one. Then, she throws my mutilated body into the fire. As the flames engulf me, I see my adoptive family standing behind her. On their faces, they show happy and relieved expressions. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day when they give me the doll.

Judy’s fated mate rejected her to marry the Lycan Chairman - Gavin’s daughter. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he ruined her family and tried to make her his secret mistress! Judy’s response? “I’d rather sleep with your father-in-law than ever be with you!” Gavin is known for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But Judy’s about to break all his rules… again and again.

The wife of a renowned designer thought I was not good enough to be seen with her. So, when the award ceremony came, she brought along her young, handsome secretary, someone who suited her image much better. I did not argue or make a scene. I ignored the secretary's quiet provocations and stayed perfectly calm. My wife, taken aback by how 'sensible' I had become, must have thought I had finally given up on her. For the first time, she did not sneer or mock me. Instead, she spoke gently for once, and told me to stay home and wait for her. She even promised a 'big surprise' for my birthday. I lowered my eyes and nodded, hiding the heaviness inside. She did not know that today, I was walking away for good.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.